childhood memory | childhood memory
Dec.18.2012
Fortunately Vladimir Nabokov’s novel, Despair, is short. This has two advantages. First, it doesn’t take long to get to the end. Second, it doesn’t take long to get to the middle, which is when the novel comes together and becomes fun.
This is a book about doubles, the chief double...
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Jul.22.2012
For years and years there has been a childhood book, an image that I could not get out of my head, but I could not remember what book the lasting image was from.
Recently, when I decided to reread Munro Leaf’s The Story of Ferdinand, that lead me to take a trip down memory lane and I did a search...
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Oct.20.2011
~for my Sister
The doorto yesterday opens –creaks at the hinges.
In another timewe are sitting, playingin burnished sand –barely-born, fresh presence,two toddlers, laughing
into growing, into years laterwe will runpast the familiarin search of more.
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The dilapidated bridge –the one we...
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Mar.18.2011
The day I let Rosie, my first horse, go 11 years ago was a tough one. But for the best, I knew.
I was 18, and it was actually the day before a show she and I were to compete in, our third year in the top harness driving spot in our local 4-H division. Rosie, once energetic and vibrant, had grown...
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Jul.28.2010
I have two memories that compete for being the earliest of my life.
In the first, I have no idea exactly how old I am. I am old enough to talk but am still drinking from a bottle. It is evening, summer or at least mild weather. I am in my grandmother’s arms, who is seated in the rocking chair in...
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Jul.28.2010
The war in Germany started the year I was born, but it wasn’t until the attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, that America entered the war. My father went for his induction physical and failed due to flat feet. There was much talk about the war and I was given a soldier uniform. I was so...
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Jan.03.2010
Visiting friends in Watsonville, CA. The sky is darkening, shades of orange and gray streaming across the sky. 2010(found out it’s pronounced twenty-ten from the grammar police). Their dog, Sparky, and my husband are going out to the deck to sit among the redwoods and just gaze at the open...
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May.06.2009
When my oldest son was very small but able to converse with us, he used to walk into a room and say, "I want something to eat and drink."
Of course, we would give him both. He would sit like the small king he was in his highchair or at the table and enjoy what was rightfully his. Later...
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